Thursday, March 11, 2010

Longtime Illogical Commentator, all-around Bro, and friend of the blog Steven sent this little doozy in recently, a live recording of his (former) band Hematovore ripping shit up instru-metal style way back in the heady days of 2005. Steven evacuated the four-string duties in this triple-guitar wielding shred outfit about two years ago, after turning in a FIFTEEN year stint with them. That's right: Hematovore was formed in Auburn, Alabama way, way, waaaay back in the heady days of 1992, and has been churning out epic, tasty, multi-layered axe harmonies ever since.Upon bequeathing this wonderful recording unto me, Steven made it clear that this is not a demo, but rather a true, soundboard-quality live recording, complete with all the booze-soaked detritus that a live venue offers. And while the atmosphere of this disc might be a bit sloppy and Devil-may-care, the playing is most certainly NOT. Sure, you get the gratuitous "Drunk Guy Shouting Random Shit Into The Recording Mic" about three-quarters of the way through, along with raucous crowd noise and unexplained mutterings, but Jesus FUCK, this band is LOCKED IN. Busy, rapid-fire grooves alternate with solos and leads that can only be described as "super tasty", while the rhythm section chugs through a series of weird-time-signature acrobatics, creating a complex, thunderous, and wholly satisfying package for your headbanging enjoyment. Never has a "singer" been needed less. Fans of the Effing Champs, take note.I have been listening to Hematovore a lot lately, completely unable to fully digest the tastiness of their riffs. They are just so tasty. So very, very tasty.

Many thanks to you, Steven. I am left with but one question: When are you gonna go full time writing for IC?

8 comments:

This shit made my day. I listen to Champs just about constantly and after 7 years of the same 'Total Music' I'm left searching for other bands who also carry the torch of tasty riffs. These guys own on Pirates of Darkwater. How do I get everything else this band ever did? Steven, join IC, post the discography. I’ll blow you.

"To many Americans in the 1940s and 1950s a "blow job" was a faster-then-the-speed-of-sound "jet airplane." It took off and gave everyone nearby a "blow job." The Thesaurus of American Slang (1953) records an example of this usage from an issue of the San Francisco Examiner in 1945: "A P-59 jet propelled Airacomet, affectionately called the 'blow job' by flyers, will make several flights in 1946."

I personally love it when a man says, "GET ON YOUR KNEES, YOU BIG BOOTY BITCH AND START SUCKING". Steven, I suggest you try this on Seanford.